What's your favorite lyric from a song?

"See those fault lines laid out like landmines
It's hard to relax
A promise broken, the ground breaks open
Love falls through the cracks

And I have a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life

I'm alone here, I play the odds, dear
I go where I please
Down below, the man I know
Might not be me

And I got a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life

On the high-wire, above the wildfire
An old acrobat
On faulty cable, still he's able
Not to fall flat

And I got a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life"

Tom Petty  "Fault Lines"

"Starf*cker, starf*cker star" - from the Rolling Stones' song "Star Star" off of Goat's Head Soup! In fact, those are the only words in the whole song! I have the LP! Mick, what were you thinking?

"You gotta make like you wanna kneel and pray-ay-ay-ay"
 "And then a little-bit-of-soul will come your way"

Music Explosion: Little bit of Soul - 1967 

Lyrics from Star Star that might have got buried in the mix,

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open to anythin'
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies

Favourite Clash lyric - great reminder there’s always worse places than where you might be now.


Straight to Hell

If you can play on the fiddle
How’s about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King’s English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
Water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain’t no need for ya
There ain’t no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys

Wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it’s Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa pappa-san, take me home
See me got
Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Let me tell you ’bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain’t Coca-Cola, it’s rice

Straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody, they wanna go home

So Mamma-san says
You want to play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Ha, junkie-dom U.S.A
Where pro-caine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molotov says
Straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong?
The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere
In no-man’s-land
There ain’t no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived ’round here

Straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home